The two of them lay on the box spring mattress on the floor, distance between each other. They were in a bummed up broken down Demons hide out in an abandoned apartment building. The mattress wasn’t too bad, clean sheets, fresh-ish pillows, a few blankets scattered on it since there wasn’t one that fit the queen mattress. They were in different attire than their usual, temporary replacements. Him in one of Emizel’s hideous and ridiculous shirts, a pair of long pj pants, some ankle socks. Her in a largely oversized shirt, wearing it like a gown. He hated these clothes, but he had to tolerate it for now. The two lay silently, the slayer and the vampire prince’s eyes glued to each others. They’re both freshly bathed, or as bathed as they could get after a night like this.
They’re not laying properly, head to pillow, they’re on their sides both in a slight loose fetal position. Their arms slightly out towards each other, palms upward. One of the blonde prince’s ears was pressed flat under his head. Her hair still slightly wet, but still very full, almost covering her face. Their eyes locked, they both breathed in sync, he didn’t need to, but matching hers made him feel more calm. Both lay waiting for the other to speak, to address what happened. To mention that Shilo had torn a kindred’s throat out using his own fangs because he both saw and heard the kindred start to use the dominate discipline on Aura.
That she was cornered by this kindred, regressing to how she had felt at prom night. She could usually put up a fight, but something this time reminded her too much of the Toreadore that preyed on her. And Shilo, this night was awful for him as well, something came over him. The beast perhaps , perhaps something more. Whatever it was, it was strong. Up until this point he had been civil, clean, and poised in front of her. Now Aura had seen him as a true kindred, a monster. And he had felt sick from it all. She lay silent, not in fear but admiration. Had Shilo not done what he did, she’d likely be another vampire’s doll again. Was it terrifying, sure, did she stare at him with bated intrigue, absolutely.
Shilo had took so long to rinse the blood and flesh from his mouth, brushed, rinsed, brushed and rinsed again and again til he felt normal. Yet here he lies, just across from the very thing that made him frenzy. She moves her hand first, laying it in his palm, wrapping her fingers around his clawed thumb, his hand naturally bigger than hers, yet slimmer as well. His hand wrapped around hers in turn, like a venus fly trap.
“Do you wish for me to-“ Shilo spoke, but stopped at the quick shaking of her head no.
“You don’t have to, I.. I honestly was just appreciative that someone got between it… no matter the method.. I.. could kind of tell you weren’t all there anyways… call it a hunch.” She spoke back, glancing away and back at him as her words were soft and truthful.
He felt worse for it, for her being so calm about such a terrible thing. He shifted slightly closer to Aura on the mattress, both hands now tangled with each other, rubbing them together for feeling, for touch.
“How can you even.. how can you lay with me having seen what I am capable of? What I am..”
Shilo was adamant that he shouldn’t be near her, but also didn’t want to leave her side. Such is the twisted mindset of the prince.
“Oh what, like a vampire’s to blame for getting kinda freaky over caring for someone else? At least your kind sometimes frenzy for justifiable reasons. A Helsing only ever frenzies when mad. I have to get really mad to get anywhere near what you were at.” Her words simply made him swallow, this was normal, too normal for her.
She could tell she was freaking him out more, so she ran her socked foot up the side of his leg, in an attempt to comfort him. He pulled her by their locked hands, untangling their fingers and wrapping his arms around her, crying crimson tears into her hair and on her cheek. The prince muttered sorries til his voice grew weak, wrapping his full body into her. She didn’t know what to do, Aura hadn’t ran into anyone this emotional since her dad watched a sad cartoon about a family being split up forcibly.
She wrapped her arms around Shilo, mindlessly zoning out, watching as his long pointed ear twitches as he cried. Without thinking, she bit down on it, the tip of his ear between her teeth. It definitely stopped his crying, because he was confused as hell. Tugging away from her with a look of utter whiplash on his face. The sorrow had completely vanished the moment she bit him, now too focused on what the hell her issue was. When she zoned back in, she saw his flustered face hovering over her, so she snorted right at him.
“How does a bloodless creature get so flushed oh my god” her teasing didnt help his situation.
So what was once tearful clinging became flustered hugging, which devolved into very confused cuddling. Her pulse and perfumed scent calming the vampire prince to a sense of normalcy. His cold skin and weight on top of her leading her to go out snoring through the day. Neither clinging emotionally to the events of this night, only holding onto the aftermath. The aftermath of their first time willingly sharing a sleeping spot, using each other to soothe the other into a deep rest.
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